Arrow Hunting

          After being with my hubby for so many years, a person would think that I would completely understand and interpret all of my hubby’s antics.  Though, there is NEVER a dull moment for me or our girls.  For example, the word “arrow hunting” does not mean the same for me as it does for my husband.  Heck, I was a past member of the Girls Scouts in addition my mom was an active volunteer for both Boys Scouts and Girls Scouts.  As a young girl, I accompanied the Boy Scouts in an arrow hunt so I am extremely aware of what arrow hunting is and what arrow hunting involves.  I know I have previously explained what a GREAT listener I am when my husband speaks to me and I NEVER part-take in the activity of selective hearing-EVER.  If you don’t believe me, I challenge you to read my previous blogs.  Thus, I KNOW I heard him when he stated let’s do some arrow “head” hunting when we are up camping this weekend NOT let’s take our bows up camping!  I know I didn’t add any words that I did not hear!

SAWEET-I haven’t been arrow “head” hunting for many years.  No, I didn’t find this statement out of character for my husband either AND I didn’t think twice when he packed mine and the girls’ bows out to the camper.  In my mind, I was thinking, searching for some historical Native American artifacts with visions of the following:         

 

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Every summer we spend one camping trip with Nani and Papa.  Our camping trips with them encompass days filled with uncontrollable laughing due to the combination of Jimmie, his Dad, mixed in with our youngest daughter; develops a misguided land hurricane!  Papa and our youngest have extremely wild imaginations, and enjoy discussing their days with Sacajawea as they all travelled down the river hunting wild buffalo.  Oh and it doesn’t stop there, our oldest, the moral compass, encourages them both by asking question after question just to see what they will response with!  Needless to say, our trips together are MOST extraordinary. 

After setting up camp, I was excited to go arrow “head” hunting.  Damn, I have GOT to quit listening to Taylor Swift and singing along with her!  Apparently, this camping trip, Jimmie wanted to gain additional experience with his bow since he and Barney were anticipating participating in the upcoming archery season.  There would be NO arrow “head” hunting the way I was foreseeing.  We, Jimmie and I, decided to have a small competition between us to see who could shoot the best with our bows.  Of course, I won the competition; he was no competition (my story)!  Haahaaha…the last leg of the competition, I am in the lead.  Jimmie draws back; focuses through the peep–site holds his breath a bit; and releases.  I believe that he was scared of me winning, which resulted in-NOTHING BUT AIR!!  AWWWW!  I would have been way happier had we arrow ”head” hunted the way I was thinking rather than spending three plus hours arrow hunting, Jimmie style! 

This particular arrow hunt saved us money because Jimmie didn’t have to explain to our elderly neighbors about the ferocious man-eating tire!  Plus, my child-like attention span, allowed me to discover-WILD STRAWBERRIES!!  YES!!

I am positive that Jimmie purposely lost his arrow and placed the wild strawberries in my view in an attempt to bust my concentration.  I am positive this was his intentions because he thinks if we would have finished our friendly competition with me winning that I would constantly remind him-HE LOST!!  Nenner-nenner…I mean, if any one happens to be in the Medicine Bow National Forrest this coming summer and you find an almost brand new arrow, please, let us know!  Feel free to leave me a message on the blog.